. In brightest Asia. sgather on the wharf. They have filled our staterooms with flowers and frjaits. They wish usboti voyage, and sing farewell songs. Many an eye is moistened as our vessel swings out intothe stream. The song, God be with you till we meet again, floats out over the widening that meeting will be on earth or only in heaven, God knows. So long as we can recognize an outline of the dearforms who wave their handker-chiefs, we, too, stand and waveresponsively. We round the point,pass through the Golden Gate,send back by the pilot the hastilypenned missives to dear one
. In brightest Asia. sgather on the wharf. They have filled our staterooms with flowers and frjaits. They wish usboti voyage, and sing farewell songs. Many an eye is moistened as our vessel swings out intothe stream. The song, God be with you till we meet again, floats out over the widening that meeting will be on earth or only in heaven, God knows. So long as we can recognize an outline of the dearforms who wave their handker-chiefs, we, too, stand and waveresponsively. We round the point,pass through the Golden Gate,send back by the pilot the hastilypenned missives to dear ones faraway, and our prow is set towardsthe Orient world. Mid-Pacific, August , this is the wide, widesea, so desolate, so little traversed,that since the second day out, whenwe met several coasting vessels andparted company with the Australiansteamer which left the GoldenGate with us, we have not seen asail nor even a porpoise. on the City of Peking,and frequently have we felicitated GOLDEN GATE. ^. Frotn Occident to Orient. 15 ourselves on our providential choice. The vessel has been sixteen years in the service, and hasmade sixty-five trips between San Francisco and Hong Kong. Captain John M. Cavarly is the able and vigilant commander. We have a good table andpolite stewards, all Japanese andChinese. One could ask for nothingbetter. The crew are all Chinamen. No ,Cunarder could muster more expertseamen; everything on deck andbelow is managed with such skilland quietness, that one would sup-pose the vessel ran itself. We havenot heard a harsh command nor anoath indulged in, except by one ortwo vulgar passengers, since wecame on board. This is our second Sunday atsea. We are now nearly half-wayacross the Pacific. The weatherhas been fine — only one day ofrain; no fog, and as a rule dailysunshine. Instead of the cold ofthe Atlantic, we have had no usefor heavy wraps. This morning we had a religious service in the social hall. I preached onis life indeed. (i
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